Saturday, March 17, 2012

"Got Green?" Blog Hop!

Today my entry features two very special people. One, a villain. The other, a super hero. But beware folks, because both only surface on One. Day. A. Year. St. Paddy's day!

Before we get to my 333 word entry, let me introduce you to our two stars. First off, we've got Lucky, the "lobaircin" who makes all our lives miserable by chalking our kids full of sugar and is notorious for being stingy with the marshmallows.

And our hero? None other than the infamous Super Irish Guy, aka SIGGY, aka Mark Koopmans. Who... well, you'll just have to read about his super power below.

The Ides of Ireland:

The crowd stood shoulder to shoulder, the early morning sun pounding down on our heads. The smell of sweat and unwashed bodies perforated the air and a baby wailed somewhere in the chaos. Hundreds surrounded the arena, some having been camped out for days.

I shifted my weight, my legs aching with the wait. But it was worth it. I’d stand here for another week to get a good look at Super Irish Guy, aka SIGGY.

Then he entered.

Face painted green, orange, and white, with parallel colors flowing from his back, he stood with his feet planted, one hand on hip, other clasping a mug of ale. His eyes scanned the crowd under his backwards baseball cap until they zeroed in on his opponent.

The small green man sat across the arena, one knee propped up, clover stuck between his teeth. His red hair was matted under his green top hat, an evil smile lurking at his lips.

“Och, dinna fash, lassie. 'Course he’ll win. No one can stop the SIGGY.”

As if hearing our words, the SIGGY took one last swig of ale and tossed the mug to the ground. Lucky unfolded from his position and spit the clover from his teeth. The two faced each other in silence, as if waiting for the other to move.

Then Lucky charged. He pulled out a small dagger, the sun glinting dangerously off its shiny face. SIGGY grabbed the blade with one bare hand, unflinching, and ripped the weapon from Lucky’s grasp. But Lucky procured another blade and stuck it in SIGGY’s side, pinning him.

The crowd stopped. No one moved. But SIGGY smiled. He removed his cap. The sun bounced off SIGGY’s baldhead and burned Lucky like a magnifying glass to an ant, the heat sizzling him to a crisp.

Oh Wow! Morgan. You know how hard I'm laughing over her? And to thing we started out day with a bowl of that magically delicious stuff. I didn't know it was part of an evil scheme. Well, now I know. Siggy is my favorite new super hero!

Hahahaha. Great entry. Take that you little kid teeth rotting monster. LOL! Way to go.

I am trying to figure out how to add in a 'clicky' signature, so I figured you wouldn't mind letting me know if it works, dear Morgan. I would greatly appreciate it. Just let me know if it takes you directly to my blog or not.

Hey, Morgan! Over here! Will'ya sign my Lucky Charms?*pops up from the center of the crowd with a wave*

Congratulations, btw! You MUST send pics of your "All expenses paid trip to Hawaii"! Inquiring minds need to know how SIGGY has recovered from his knife wound. I hear stale pink and green marshmallows make a nice salve when mixed with a bit o' ale.